Start with the gods

Chapter 27
In the early morning, when the dust is blowing and the breeze is blowing, a few willows are dancing and swaying under the sunshine.

In a valley with dense jungle, a young man in a black suit lay quietly beside a gurgling stream.

Motionless, he seemed to be asleep, and he couldn't even feel a few butterflies resting on him.

After an unknown amount of time, the man's outstretched five fingers flicked slightly, and his jet-black eyelashes gradually trembled, the frequency getting faster and faster.

"Where is this?" Guo Yu slowly opened his eyes, looked sideways, and saw the vibrant green forest in front of his eyes.

He struggled to sit up slowly with his sore arms, rubbed his eyes and looked carefully, and then his pupils suddenly dilated.

"How did this happen?" Guo Yu's whole body trembled, and he became sober in an instant, "I didn't fight Ba Siba on the battlefield, so why did I appear in this mountain forest?"

Guo Yu couldn't figure it out, but there was no one around him, so he couldn't give him an answer.

"Forget it, let's recover from the injury first." Guo Yu sat cross-legged and meditated on the spot, silently mobilizing the true energy in his body.

"Strange!" Guo Yu murmured softly.

This time, there were only some minor internal injuries in his body, and there was no other discomfort.

One must know that after the battle with Basiba that year, it took him a full month to fully recover.

But at this moment, he felt extremely refreshed in his mind, as if everything that appeared during the decisive battle in Xiangyang was just an illusion, and did not cause any harm to him at all.

"There must be some kind of accident, otherwise I wouldn't be lying here alone." Guo Yu thought to himself, "Forget it, let's take a step and see where we are now."

Guo Yu squatted by the stream, took a few sips of clear water with both hands to moisten his throat.

Then he took a step and walked slowly towards the top of the mountain, trying to find a road for pedestrians.

Just passing through a thorny forest, I suddenly saw two young men wearing swords rushing towards the top of the mountain.

He did not stretch out, quietly followed behind them.

"Junior brother, hurry up, I'm about to miss the competition."

The older one kept urging his companions, "It's hard to wait for the opportunity. This time we must make Dongzong look good, regain everything we lost in Xizong, and revive the prestige of our Infinite Sword Sect."

"Immeasurable Sword Sect? Eastern Sect? Western Sect?" Guo Yu was confused, "Could it be that I came a hundred years ago?"

He couldn't bear it anymore, and flew forward, stopping in front of the two of them.

"Who are you? Why are you blocking my brother's way?" Looking at Guo Yu who suddenly appeared, the two were very nervous, and pulled out their swords at once.

"Don't panic, I just want to ask you a question." Guo Yu cut to the chase, "Who is in power now? What is the year?"

"Brother, if you are not joking? Children know that this year is the 21st year of Baoding." The older eyes shrank.

"As expected, ha ha." Guo Yu smiled sadly, ignored the two, and walked slowly down the road they came from.

"Brother, is this man sick, and he said some inexplicable things?"

The two of them still had urgent matters, so they ignored Guo Yu and continued on their way.

Guo Yu doesn't know how to face this world at all now, he just keeps walking in a daze.

Until the sky was getting dark, I came near a remote temple.

"Benefactor, it's getting late, why don't you go to the temple and eat a bowl of vegetarian food." Suddenly, a middle-aged monk who looked about 50 or [-] years old came to him.

"Master." Guo Yu clasped his palms together and saluted, "There is no relative in the whole world, so what difference does it make if you eat or not?"

"The benefactor's words are wrong." The monk rubbed the beads, "Things have reincarnation, they just went to another world, and they will meet again sooner or later, why be so sad."

The monk thought that Guo Yu's relatives had passed away, so he tried to comfort him, but he didn't know that he really woke up Guo Yu.

"What the master said is reasonable." Guo Yu gradually showed a bitter smile, "Then I will disturb the master here."

Guo Yu thought it over clearly, since he was able to come to this world, it meant he could also go back, but he hadn't found a way yet.

As long as he works hard to improve his cultivation and become stronger in the future, he will definitely be able to return to the previous world in the future.

"I don't know what the name of the benefactor is?" Through the gate, Guo Yu and the monk walked side by side to the monastery.

"It was Guo who was rude. I'm going to Guo Yu." Guo Yu said frankly, "Have you not asked the master's Dharma name yet?"

"Poor monk Xuan Bei." The monk looked very kind.

"It turned out to be Master Xuan Bei from Shaolin Temple. It's a pleasure to meet you." Guo Yu understood the identity of the monk. It turned out to be the high Shaolin monk who was killed as soon as Tianlong appeared.

This monk is incredible, a rare master in Shaolin.

Even if Murong Bo personally assassinated him, he would not be able to win for a while, and in the end he had to resort to the housekeeper's tricks, which completely failed to achieve his original purpose of blaming the Dali Duan family.

Moreover, he has a delicate mind and rich experience in the world. He was the first to discover the fact that Murong Bo was still alive.

"What kind of trouble did the benefactor encounter?" Xuan Bei was a nice person, seeing that Guo Yu's clothes were stained with blood, he was still concerned about Guo Yu's condition.

"Oh, don't mention it, it's all about the past."

Guo Yu was perfunctory, he didn't dare to tell others the truth, it would make people think he was crazy.

The two didn't talk much, Guo Yu changed into an ordinary monk's robe borrowed from the monks in the temple, and after dinner, they went back to their rooms to rest.

After all, Guo Yu experienced a fierce battle with Ba Siba, and his body has not fully recovered, so he needs to meditate to recuperate.

Unexpectedly, in the middle of the night, when the moon was shining in the sky, I suddenly heard the sound of roof tiles being tilted.

He still maintained his meditation posture, his body remained unchanged, but his eyes slowly opened.

"I didn't expect such a coincidence that this person came tonight." Guo Yu guessed the identity of the person.

Not long after, there was a strange noise from the Xuanbei room next door, and it was obvious that they had already fought.

"Great Wei Tuo, who is Your Excellency?" Xuanbei's resounding voice followed.

Guo Yu moved slightly, quietly opened the door and came outside Xuan Bei's house, watching the battle along the crack of the door.

At this time, the two of them had exchanged dozens of moves, and the vigorous exchange made the window paper rattle.

"Fighting to the stars!"

Seeing Xuan Bei's exclamation in a daze, Guo Yu broke through the door, facing the big Wei Tuo pestle turned back by Murong Bo, and hit the Luoying Divine Sword Palm.

"Boom!" Murong Bo panicked for a moment, lost control of his qi, he quickly backed up and bumped into the wall before stopping.

"Who are you?" Murong Bo asked solemnly.

Murong Bo was gifted and intelligent since he was a child, and he learned martial arts very quickly. After decades of painstaking training, he has already reached the top of the world and is hard to come by.

But the man in front of him, who didn't seem to be in his thirties, could easily take over from him.

It seemed that his skill was a bit deeper than his, which really surprised him a lot.

"Hehe, you don't deserve to know my name."

Guo Yu sneered, looked at the black-turbaned Murong Bo and hummed: "Your Excellency acts so secretly and comes to attack Master Xuanbei late at night, you must be a despicable and shameless person."

"Benefactor Guo is right." Xuan Bei stepped forward and came to Guo Yu's side, "This benefactor Murong is well-known in the Jianghu, but unfortunately he acts sneaky and is really not a gentleman."

"Hmph, hum." Murong Bo's eyes flashed coldly, "Master, I'm afraid you have misidentified the person. This old man is not someone you know."

As soon as the words fell, he smashed the window sideways and fled away.

"Old man, don't go."

Guo Yuyun wanted to chase after him, but Xuan Bei grabbed him by the sleeve.

"Benefactor, there is no need to chase after him." Xuan Bei slowly shook his head, "Murong Bo has been famous for decades, we may not be able to keep him."

"What's more, the poor monk already knows his identity. After going back and reporting to the abbot, he will have a decision on him."

"Then follow what the Master said."

Guo Yu thought about it and decided to give up.

Killing Murong Bo now is of no benefit, and his plot cannot be exposed at all.

On the contrary, after letting him go, with Murong Bo's temperament, he will definitely stir up troubles in the Jianghu.

Doing more and making more mistakes will help the world see through his true colors and give justice to the hero in Guo Yu's mind.

"I didn't expect the benefactor Guo to be so handsome. Forgive me for being mistaken." Xuan Bei looked at Guo Yu with admiring eyes.

"Master's reputation." Guo Yu smiled wryly and shook his head, "It's just a coincidence that I'm here, and it's just a matter of being highly valued by my seniors."

(End of this chapter)